2074. The last survivor of Paradeus' first and only attempt at making human supersoldiers has spent the last 5 years waging brutal and bloody guerrilla warfare against the organization's remnants. Near the Odessan sphere, he lies in wait for his chance to take down his latest target. His plans are interrupted, however, when he spots five Dolls wearing white robes amongst the crowd.

The Commander and Nemesis return from battle and decide to do another battle, but they're not alone! TW: Horrible sex.

[Chapter 1 Rewritten] A new power has seized control of Europe, a power that no longer has any use for the Commander. On the run from the authorities, disavowed from his former company, and cut off from the majority of his associates, the Commander finds himself caught in the middle of another conspiracy. For him, it's the end of his world. For M4A1, it's a chance to save it.

Mayling and the commander have an arrangement. A lewd arrangement. An arrangement that leaves her covered in the signs of his affection.

From a war torn, dying world to managing a gaggle of misfit T-dolls. For one woman it was a hell of a transition, especially when she made it in the blink of an eye. Now stuck pretending to hide as one of those T-dolls to avoid the Government she once fought, she has a balancing act to maintain between protecting herself, and those she's met along the way. Chapter(s) 1-9 rewritten

Hadwin Galanis, Age 30. Once a member of the PMC GnK, he's been a gloried border guard as he lives alone back in the place he grew up until he receives a message leading him to ODE-01.

Arnold Swanlake died in a car crash and found himself in the world of GFL. Upon waking up, due to some circumstances, he ended up in a mental ward despite being a mentally stable person. His main worry right now was what job he could do in this world, he needed to get one soon unless he was fine with mooching off of the mental ward while acting like a crazy person.

Two spindly mechanical legs hung out of the cracked porcelain bathtub, neither quite matching the other in color or condition. The second 410 Judge laid eyes on what little of the figure was visible, she knew she was looking at the crumpled body of a Nyto.

A competent officer leads and inspires their soldiers. A competent officer learns about and understands their soldiers. But a competent officer does not fraternize with their soldiers. A competent officer does not let themselves be compromised. He had forgotten those words.

2056, six years after the end of World War III. A planet depopulated and devastated, with the remnants of humanity trying to scrape together what's left of society. From criminals to rogue robots, conspiracies to conflict. The humans and androids of Sector 09 stand ready. Whenever they aren't driving each other up the wall.

Meet Autonomous Doll serial code SU54NA, a worker better than any human out there! Sure, it may be fit for scrapping, but wouldn't it be nice if someone would just snap it and use it to deal with their own problems? Maybe the kind that kills your average country bud? I'm sure there's a reason why you think arming an A-Doll is a good idea. Not my problem, that's for sure.

I wrote this story about the relationship between Agent and an OC Sengvis Ferri Scientist. couldn't finish it but posted it incase someone might enjoy it.

Following the Third World War, a stranded soldier was granted a dubious opportunity to reconnect with home— but to do so, he must set aside his prejudices, circumvent the dangerous conspiracies surrounding Europe, and ignite the shining beacon of the brave new world. This is the beginning of his tale.

2050, WW3 has been raging for years, and the United States of America is pursuing increasingly desperate measures to stem the Soviet horde. In the midst of draft riots, and growing internal instability, fifty Army Rangers have been pulled from Europe for the HDTI program. This is the story of two of those members, from the fire of the Second American Civil War to the ashes beyond.

Years after the butterfly invident a sutvivor looks into a Secret SF project that held Amazing Technology, meeting new friends and new alliances along the way. alond with discovering the truth of what really is going on behind the scens

There are many stories that have been lost to time. Many that no one shall ever know. That is but life itself this is but one stori, the storie of a squad that has been forgoten. A squad that shall stay in the shadows in death as they were ment to in life.

Following the Butterfly Incident, a young Commander's existence is thrown into turmoil. Provided a second chance through the efforts of Miss Persica of 16Lab, Fox must return to the battlefield once again, assist the newly-commissioned Commander Gentiane, and along the way discover what it means to be human.

A convenience store worker's workplace gets shot up with him in the middle and later finds himself once more working a register. Twist is, this time he's ringing up teenage girls armed to the teeth with military-grade hardware. Sounds like a bad joke, but for Adrian Baikal? Just another Monday.

It was supposed to be a relaxing day—a "recovering day" after a grueling week of missions. No sudden ambushes, no shouting orders across a battlefield. Just peace, quiet, and the mind-numbing monotony of logistics reports. Or at least, that was the plan until a sudden question popped up.

XX/XX/2060 Newest entry since years. They finally gave me my diary back. Berezovich Kryuger is an interesting man. After years of imprisonment, he tells me that he could give me a new purpose. He tells me that he could make use of me. I will hear him out tonight.

Ten years removed from WW3, the world teeters on the edge of collapse. For Berezovich Kryuger, however, the primary concern was replacing the Commander of Sector 9 once again, and the most qualified candidate wouldn't like it. But, keeping Sangvis Ferri contained required sacrifices, from all of them, including an old 'friend'.

Deluge follows the rain.